My 'French Mother' (read: a woman who took me in and mothered me from the time that I arrived in France and has saved my soul numerous times) is full of old fashioned wisedom...
She once asked me why I had named my pouch George and why a guy's name...Why a name at all?
I gave her all of my usual answers, (a way to speak about him in public, a way to personify him etc) and she told me that as long as I spoke of him as a seperate entity, treated him like a stranger inhabiting my body (alien?) then I would never make peace with him and heal myself.
She asked me to find a different way of addressing him and his issues accept that he is part of me and not my enemy...
Not sure if I did it (I still call him George) but some people say that it helps the healing process and the reconcilliation process with your body "(Love your cancer and it will love you back???" sort of mindset?)
I am lousy at this sort of 'airy fairy' psyco-babble but maybe we should learn how to love it and see how it works for us (obviously traditional medicin has not been able to help us to heal everything and surgery can only go so far)...
Until you get a surgeon to agree with you that it is time to call it quits with your pouch or an internest or G.I who has a miracle solution to give you your life back it may be the only way to survive.
Just a thought (and please forgive me if this sounds stupid)
Sharon